I don't know, words can't explain why or how this monster could be somewhat beautiful to me. Like a beast fro, the depths of the deepest ocean he is dark, twisted like a branch. his soul was like a dirty gold, beautiful when cleaned and yet still useless aside from a marvel to the eye. I don't want to like it, but I guess it just do.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes." The term redpill refers to a human that is aware of the true nature of the Matrix.
This is the another poem which I wrote about the Five Nights-storyline, this time, taking the third one as the base, without modifying anything in the storyline, or adding anything to it. So far, it's one of my poems I'm very proud of. Enjoy!